Think of your lifetime one day It's fading away The shadows are growing long Think of existence as a flame and death as rain Storm clouds there right
At life's eve our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably all paths will lead To the cemetery
We are but falling leaves in the air hovering down Unaware are spinning around Scattered fragments of time Like blinks of an eye we are That's we are
Think of lifetime as one year Look autumn is here Getting colder, the winter's impending Your conclusion's drawing near - certain, austere Yes only the circle's unending
At life's our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably Eventually, all paths will to the cemetery To the prior deceased
We are but falling leaves in the air down Unaware we will hit the ground Scattered fragments of time blinks of an eye we are